“...ow dare you…”
“We will…”
“Argh!”
Someone is arguing around here. Whatever it is, just die down already. Yesterday was eventful enough with the boys. Today should have been my alone time to get used to the new weapons. I need peace of mind, but the sporadic screams and thudding sounds just have to be clearer. This is not because they were fighting more fiercely. This is because my mind was actively looking out for the noise. I have all the rights to stay where I am, but I am getting annoyed with this.
Trailing after the commotion, I saw three boys. They support the other while retreating from that training area. Is it already over?
“You better watch your back, brat!” The healthiest of them yelled back.
This means their opponent is only one. Should be as old as those three too, else they wouldn’t run their mouth like that. These bullies should be quite confident either in their background or in their abilities, and yet they were beaten. Hmm. Should I go back or satisfy my curiosity? Today’s training quota wouldn’t complete itself. Oh well, I have already taken my time to come here. Let me not waste my effort.
Beyond the arch, the long-bang boy of yesterday appears, patting the dirt off his clothes. I wonder why I am not surprised. I mean I had a hunch. He seems to be the kind that would care less whether those kids are a noble’s sons or the king’s sons. He would retaliate when someone threatens him all the same.
Jia Hui recognises me. Through the tiny gap on the hair bang, his open round eyes look at me with all its innocence and excitement. He runs toward me.
“Yun An.”
I don’t remember getting on first-name basis with him, but whatever. It would cost more effort explaining that to him.
“Hello, Jia Hui.”
“It’s so lucky to see you.”
“You want to meet me?”
He nods. “I asked people but no one told me where you are. I go look for you but this place is so big I haven’t seen all of it.”
They must have ignored him. Tian Zhong told me his sect is in a very precarious position. For a sect that is barely its former shadow, it can hardly rally respect from the world of cultivators. Its disciples would share the same fate. I digressed, but he hasn’t told me what I want to hear.
“Why do you want to see me, Jia Hui?”
“Because you are strange.”
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I am getting better at reading him without seeing his eyes. He is being honest.
“You said you could break the stone because you can, so I tried to break a stone with my hands too. I couldn’t break the stone no matter how hard I tried. You weren’t lying to me. You must have broken the stone with your hands, and I couldn’t. You are strange.”
That “you weren’t lying to me”, it wasn’t a speculation. It was a statement. He was not saying it out of his belief either. He was stating it after holding proof in his hand. He read me. He may be child-like but he is a sharp child.
“Surely I am not like other people.”
“Can you show me?”
My eyes travel across the paved yard to the flowerbeds to the open soil around the trees. This place is very well attended. It was looked after so well I couldn’t easily find a pebble. Only after I had made a circle, did I return to Jia Hui with a rock no bigger than my hand.
I told Jia Hui not to use qi. It’s a given that the pebble remains stubbornly tough in his grip. When he finally resigns, I reach out with my thumb and index. My fingers apply increasing pressure onto the pebble while it is on his palm. A few dull thuds later, there are only tiny fragments in his hands. His mouth opens in amazement. What he witnessed clashes fiercely with his common sense to the point it stuns him for a while.
“How did you do that?”
“You can take a lump of soil and crush it with your hand. Put enough strength into it, and rock will break too.”
“I can’t do that.”
“I suppose it’s my specialty then.”
“You are so strange. Can you fight me?”
Just how did he come up with such idea?
He picks up that question in my eyes and answers. “I would understand it better if I get to feel it up close.”
Should I take his offer? A spar is beneficial but “do you mind if I use weapons?”
“I don’t mind.”
“If so-”
“Bro Chen. It’s that brat!” Those three again. This time, they have a young man along with them.
Is he sixteen or seventeen? He doesn’t wear a uniform so he is likely not affiliated with one of the participating sects. The little ones called him Chen. Does his family have any connection with Chen clan or that Chen family in Xincheng?
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